unbralievable

I’m fairly certain that there are really only two types of women: the kind who can go out into the world, say, to the grocery store at 10 PM for toilet paper, NOT wearing a bra, and then the kind who LITERALLY CANNOT LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT FULL BODIED OLD FASHIONED METAL WROUGHT IRON UNDERGARMENTS, LIKE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST FEEL OF WIND ON SHAMEFUL SIDE BOOB AREA BRINGS WITH IT A DEEP, DULL SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS THAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS ‘BIBLICAL.’ Last night I learned I am definitely woman kind #2. FUN EXPERIMENT THO / LEAPS BACK INTO COMFORT ZONE